No clue what the original color had been, though based on her eyebrows, probably brown like Taylor’s. Right now, it was a neon rainbow of colors and...I laughed when I could point out the entire ROY G. BIV color spectrum like I learned in elementary school.Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo and Violet, all in order and all in, from what I could see, perfectly proportioned stripes.Once you got past the improbable hair, I could see that she had a great figure. She was long and lean, a swimmer. Unless they’re married to a banker.’ ‘Your parents left you their house?’ I asked. ‘Yeah, the house I grew up in from the age of three or so.’ ‘They died young?’ ‘More like they were unusually old when they had me, particularly by the standards of their generation. They both died in the same year, months before the diagnosis. Thank fuck they didn’t have to deal with any of the shitstorm.’ ‘Which shitstorm? The Mother Jones article?’ That article, I recalled concretely this time, was the. They had been engaged fora couple of months and she was in what she referred to "a bitch in heattime." During this period she has fantasies about the incident with Susan,her only sexual experience. Unannounced she showed up at Bob's home. Shehad already played out the seduction scene in her mind several times by thetime she got out of the car. She knew he was home because they had talkedless than half and hour ago and he said that he was home alone and wasn'tplanning on going out. He had asked. I was drowning again. I blinked and blinked, but although most of the spots vanished, one of them stayed and slowly began to grow. Irritation replaced the panic, and I became determined to remove the last of the spots. I wanted to die alone. With nothing around me but darkness. I focused the last remnants of my mind on this new task, and it became like an obsession. I could see it before me, just out of reach. I desperately tried to catch it and make it vanish, but all it did was expand. This.